When I wrote my first story, I really did not plan on continuing the story. I received some really good reviews and also I really enjoyed the story itself, so now here I am with a continuation! I hope this one is enjoyed as well!
By the way, I do not own any of Charlaine Harris's characters! They just make great stories!
Eric's POV
It was a long drive back to Bon Temps- long enough that I could ponder the fate that awaited me and how I was going to tell my lover. I did not want to tell her, although I knew I had no choice. She was in such pain both physically and mentally right now and bad news was definitely not what she needed at the moment.
It was about two hours before dawn when we arrived at Sookie's home. I informed Pam I was staying behind and that she and Maxwell Lee were to get Bill home and at least one of them was to stay behind to look after him until a more permanent arrangement could be made the following evening. I told that at first dark, I would fly back to Shreveport and find out my fate. I didn't think it was possible, but at that moment Pam began crying and gave me the biggest, most pitiful hug she has ever given me or anyone else for that matter. Although I knew there was little hope for me, I assured her that everything would be alright.
I told my lover she was home as I carried her into the house and when we arrived in the living room Amelia was there waiting. "I am so glad you are okay! I was so worried about you all! ", Amelia said. Sookie replied, "you could say that" and frowned. Amelia noticed the frown immediately. I then told Sookie that she and Amelia should talk privately and excused myself from the room. Sookie would have to break the news about Dawson to her and I knew she would want to do it in private.
I went out to the porch and checked my messages on my cell phone. I was surprised to have received a message from Sandy wanting me to call her immediately. I called her and she explained that the King had to get back to Las Vegas immediately due to an urgent business matter regarding a rival state and that my trial had been postponed until the annual kingdom meeting which was being held in Las Vegas in 3 weeks. She told me they didn't think I would do anything rash and that I was allowed to remain in power in my area until that time. She urged me to take this time to get my affairs in order because it was not looking very good for me.
I know I should have been upset because I was still being tried for treason and I was still going to die my final death, but I could only feel relief and joy. I was relieved because I did not have to tell my lover right away and joyful because I could have more time to spend with her. She had just become mine and it was way too soon to give her up. My relief and joy quickly became fear because I was afraid of telling her, afraid of leaving her alone without my protection, and afraid of breaking her heart. I couldn't believe that I, Eric Northman, was actually afraid of something.
I had planned on asking her to attend the annual meeting with me, not as an employee or asset, but as a wife and lover. In my off time I had planned on bathing her in lavish gifts, shows, shopping and gambling. All the things a couple would do on a trip to Vegas. I had planned on it being a honeymoon of sorts. Now that idea came crashing down. I knew that if I took her I would be exposing her to even greater pain because she could not be a part of the trial and I also knew she was the type of person who would put herself in danger attempting to save me from a fate that she could not save me from.
Sookie poked her head out the front door and let me know I could come back in. Her eyes were puffy from crying and tears were staining her cheeks. I went back in the house and Amelia was sitting on the couch in tears. I looked at her and said, "He was a good man, for a Were, he protected Sookie until his death." I then followed my lover into her bedroom.
I tucked my lover into her bed and lay beside her, holding her in silence- all the while continuing to ponder how I was going to tell her about my trial and that I would most likely not be returning from my trip to Las Vegas. I continued holding her and pondering until she fell asleep and I felt the sun about to rise. I then went into the room across the hall and got in the hidey-hole, as Sookie calls it, and died for the day.